And mightie proud to humble weak does yield

It fortuned out of thickest wood
A ramping Lyon rushed suddainly,
Hunting full greedie after salvage blood:
Soone as the royall virgin he did spy,
With gaping mouth at her ran greedily
To haue attonce deuour’d her tender corse:
But to the pray when as he drew more ny,
his bloudie rage asswaged with remorse,
And with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse.
(Book 1, Canto III, 5)